Something like poetry ...

Do you feel it too? the feeling that you're alone that everybody is gone... do you think so too? That when you die no one will ever cry ... So many people on this Earth and so little love in their heart... So many people we can hurt and so many that dish a dirt... So little things after our birth and so little mirth... If you think you have friends know that everybody bends you're words, with hate intense. They're always hypocrisy and that makes you're mind busy so just make you're life easy.